pembroke || l.p (hiatus)

three

listen to the song on the side while reading this. I think it goes perfectly. c:

Liam

I woke up with a headache the next morning, which was weird, since I hadn't drank anything at the party.

I lazed around in bed for a couple minutes before hauling myself up and getting in the shower. I remembered the party last night and how drunk off her ass Pembroke was, and laughed to myself.

She seemed like a nice person, but I didn't exactly "approve" of the smoking, or the drinking, or the parties.

I stepped out of the shower and after drying off, pulled on my clothes and headed downstairs for breakfast.

What I wasn't expecting was for Pembroke Auden Mitchell to be sitting at my dining room table, a cup of coffee in her hands, having a civilized conversation with my mother.

"Pembroke?" I nearly shouted, making both her and my mother jump. I lowered it and continued. "How did you find out where I lived?"

"I took your phone last night," she started, ruffling her purple hair. I reached into my pockets, and there was no phone. I gaped at her. "And looked in your address book."

"What are you doing here?" I asked, exasperated.

"I dunno. I thought we could be friends," she muttered, staring at her hands.

I chuckled humorlessly. "You stole my phone, came to my house, and you expect us to be friends?"

"Liam James Payne!" My mother scolded from the table. I saw Pembroke smirk at the name, and glared at her. "You will not talk to our guest like that."

"Sorry," I mumbled, not really sorry at all. I put on a fake smile and turned to Pembroke. "Brooke, would you like to come upstairs?" I asked in a mock-sweet voice.

"It'd be my honor," she replied in the same voice, with the same smile. Hers looked like a grimace, though.

I pulled her up by the elbow and grabbed her wrist, dragging her up the stairs. "Keep the door open, kids!" My mother yelled after us.

"I'm eighteen, mom!" I reminded her, not turning back.

"Right, right," she mumbled, and I could still hear her.

As soon as I'd closed my bedroom door, I had Pembroke pinned up against it. "What are you doing here?"

She actually looked scared right now. I knew I was being a little mean, and I really didn't know why. I wasn't mad at her, she hadn't done anything.

"I, I want to be your friend," she admitted quietly, her wide eyes staring at me.

I sighed, calming down a bit. We were silent for a minute. Then I asked quietly, "Who was that guy you were with last night?"

"What guy?" She laughed a little. "I was with a lot of guys last night, Liam James Payne."

"The guy you came out of that room with," I replied. "And can you please call me by my first name?"

"No can do, Liam James Payne," she said. "And that was Colton. We've been friends with benefits for a few months now."

"Oh."

"Are you jealous?" She teased, poking my bicep.

"Of course I'm not jealous."

"I think you are."

"I'm not."

"Right."

"I'm not! God," I finally shouted.

"Definitely jealous." Brooke grinned at me. That was when I realized that I still had my hands against the door on either side of her head, and I was leaning pretty close to her. I subtly backed up a bit.

"What's your problem?" I asked her.

"I'm not the one with a problem, Liam James Payne. You're the one who's—"

"Don't say it," I warned.

"Jealous."

"I'm not jealous!" I roared, slamming my hand against the door next to her head. She flinched. "Fuck! I'm not jealous!"

I think she realized that I had a slight temper, as she was inching away from my face, and trying to burrow herself into the door. "Sorry," she said quietly. "I'm sorry."

I groaned. I just made her scared of me. She was scared of me. "No, I'm sorry."

"It's fine," she whispered, looking anywhere but me.

"Brooke. Hey, Brooke. Hey, look at me," I said, grabbing her chin with my thumb and index finger. "I'm sorry I scared you."

She scoffed weakly, trying to play it off as a joke. "Pfft, you didn't scare me. You're as scary as a duckling, Liam."

I smiled slightly. That was probably the first time she'd only called me Liam.

"You called me Liam."

"Yeah, if we're going to be friends I might as well. It's kind of mouthful to say your full name all the time." She grinned at me, her grey eyes happy, the previous topic of conversation forgotten.

I laughed. "Maybe I'll start calling you Pembroke Auden Mitchell."

"Please don't," she said. "I hate the name Auden."

"Why? I think it's lovely."

A small smile made it's way onto Brooke's lips, but then it disappeared. "Because my mom chose that name."

I was confused, but I didn't try to push it. I was already treading on thin ice with her, I didn't want to push her any more. I guess something was off between Brooke and her mother, but obviously she didn't want to talk about it.

She sighed a little then plastered a smile onto her face. "Anyways..."

"You're remarkable," I said quietly, unconsciously leaning closer to her. She smelled like vanilla, with a hint of smoke and alcohol.

"Hey Liam?"

"Yeah?"

"You were totally jealous."

It was quiet for a minute. Then:

"Yeah, I guess I was."

you guys got to see a different side of both liam and Pembroke in this chapter, what did you think?

do you guys like jealous liam, or find him a little frightening?

the song on the side is a cover of Iris sang by Sleeping With Sirens.

you guys seem to really like this story, I've been getting a lot of comments on it. this is dedicated to Jada because she was begging for this chapter ;) plus she's a character in the book.

updates for this story might be coming a little more frequently, since you seem to like it.

anyways, byee.

xx